Shuying listened fascinated, eager to know the outcome, "You won?" ”

"No, and I lost badly." Lu Qi turned over the fan and continued to narrate the scene at that time.

Yun'er, who has been arrogant since she was a child, was bullied by the powerful, how could she surrender easily?

In order to win glory for his mother, even if he is weak, he still has to rush forward desperately.

It was the height of summer in July, and the sun was blazing. The blazing light of the sky shone through his ragged and shabby clothes, like thorny thorns whipped raw on the jagged bones, until the skin opened and the flesh opened, and the pain struck the heart.

The loser does not deserve to stand and speak. The brutes stepped on his back arrogantly and arrogantly, then grabbed him by the hair, forcibly raised his head, and forced him to open his mouth and beg for mercy.

The man who passed by at the entrance of the alley couldn't stand it anymore, so he put down his burden and ran to his door and shouted: "Little lady Du, come out and see your little brother!" He's going to be knocked unconscious! ”

When Du Ruo heard the sound, he stood up suddenly, knocked down the embroidery frame in front of him, and all the silk and silver needles in the bamboo basket fell to the ground.

The group of children outside were still scolding, "Daddy dog mongrel!" Get up and kowtow to your grandfather and beg for mercy! ”

"I have a dad! I'm not a mongrel—"

Yun'er faced the bluestone on the ground, and blood trickled down from the corner of her mouth. He roared, a sharp protest coming from under his tousled hair.

"Do you have a father? We've never met your daddy! You just don't! Your mother is a prostitute in the kiln, and I don't know which rotten person with big leprosy she hooked up with, and gave birth to you, the king of eight lambs! ”

Before she could finish scolding, Yun'er stood up tremblingly, exerted all her strength, and threw the man to the ground.

Just as the two were entangled and fighting together, Du Niangzi's heart-rending cry sounded in his ears.

How the mother and son got home later, he can't remember for a long time.

Du Niangzi fetched a basin of water from the well and poured it on the stained Yun'er from the head. Yun'er shivered firmly, and her teeth clenched with stimulation.

"Do you remember the story of 'Meng's mother's three migrations' that my mother told you?"

Yun'er remembers. When Mencius was a child, he lived next to the cemetery, and learned from the neighbor's children to kneel, cry, and handle funerals, so Mengzi's mother moved to the market with Mencius; When they arrived at the market, Mencius and the neighbor's children learned how to do business as merchants, so Mengzi's mother moved with Mencius to the palace. On the New Year's Day of each month, the officials enter the Temple of Literature, bow and bow, and give way to advance and retreat, Mencius saw it, and learned it one by one, and Mengzi's mother was satisfied, so she lived there. ”

Yun'er stood shirtless, the water dripping from her hair rolling down the scarred body, and then disappeared into her skin in the wind and sun.

I don't know if it was because the weather was too hot, or because of the hot and deep gaze cast by his mother, he soon stopped feeling cold.

"So, what about the 'broken godson'?"

When Mencius came home from school, his mother was weaving, and when she saw him come back, she asked him how he was studying, and Mencius replied that it was the same as before. Meng's mother was very annoyed when she heard this, so she used scissors to cut the woven cloth. She said, 'You have wasted your studies as I cut this cloth.' Virtuous people learn to establish a reputation, and only by asking questions can they increase their knowledge, so they can be safe and sound, and they can avoid disasters when doing things. If we abandon our studies now, we will inevitably have to do menial labor in the future, and it will be difficult to avoid calamity. After Mencius woke up, he studied diligently, studied under Zisi, and finally became a famous Confucian in the world. ”

Du Niangzi's eyes gradually softened, staring at her son lovingly, gently caressing every new wound and old bruise on his body, "My mother's wish in the past is that as long as my Yun'er can spend this life happily and peacefully, this is enough." But now...... You actually want to go to learn from those children in the neighborhood, become quite unreasonable, and fight all day long, it really hurts my mother to poke her heart! How is it good to go on like this? Are you willing to read and read like Mencius for your future? ”

"Mother, Yun'er is willing! I want to be as knowledgeable as Mencius, grow up and gain fame, raise my eyebrows to my mother, and let my mother be a lady of the command, and no one will look down on us again! ”

He clenched his fists tightly, and there was a spark in his eyes.

Du Niangzi put down the basin and walked towards the house. At that moment, she was covered in the glow of the setting sun, like a god.

The horse on the embroidery frame that was about to be embroidered into a hundred butterflies wearing brocade, with a "hiss" sound, was cut off from the middle by Du Niangzi's persistent scissors, and the hard work of the three months before and after was in vain.

In the following years, Du Niangzi personally taught her son to read the Book of Songs and the Analects.

Later, Hou Ye finally remembered the mother and son who were far away in Gusu City, so he taught Yun'er to study under He Jianheng.

This unpopular concubine has only just embarked on the right path at this time.

"Fortunately, I survived. Those wounds have been formed into strong armor, protecting the door of the heart, and it is difficult to remove it. So, I never understood what you meant by 'being kind to others.'" I will only give everything to those who deserve it, and this is my sermon. ”

Now he is the dignified and upright prince of Huaiyong.

Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo. There are bandit gentlemen, such as cutting and learning, such as grinding. It's shy, it's shy. There are bandits and gentlemen, and they must not be ridiculed.

Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo. There are bandit gentlemen, full of ears and ears, and will be like stars. It's shy, it's shy. There are bandits and gentlemen, and they must not be ridiculed.

Zhan Bi Qiao, green bamboo like a basket. There are bandit gentlemen, such as gold and tin, and gui and bi. Wide and heavy. Good at banter, not abuse......

No one would have thought that he would have such a beautiful day, and no one would have thought that he had also experienced countless hardships before.

Xie Shuying finally understood the eyes that were as lonely and proud as frost and snow, and as calm as a deep pool. That's not just a warning, it's a measure of the depth of still water.

There was a sudden silence in the chamber, and the dust floated slowly in the air, and then landed on their shoulders and the ends of their hair.

She carefully rubbed the delicate lines of the porcelain jar in her palm. The cold touch, no matter how you warm it with your body temperature, is still cold.

She really blamed him.

"I'm sorry, I was reckless, I ......"

She stood up with her hands on the table, her breathing a little flustered, "I'm really leaving." ”

Lu Qi walked to the door and opened half of the door for her. His gaze always lingered in her ears, the dark clouds disappeared, the white jade blended, and there was a faint and imperceptible aroma of fat powder.

"My words are a bit heavy, don't take it to heart. If you think about the thing you told you before, do it. Or if you don't want to, then just leave it aside if I haven't said it. Just don't be reckless in the future, if it is difficult to find good results, it is best to live a stable life. ”

Shuying paced out, obviously with nothing on his shoulders, but it seemed to weigh on the burden of ten thousand catties.

For this entrustment, she can't bear it.

They were all people who had walked into the crevices, and the back road had been blocked by rocks, and there was no other way but to move on.